Disclaimer: Fun fact – instead of studying for my final exams, I wrote 10,000 letters to Disney begging them to let me own Mighty Ducks. And guess what? Still no luck. I'm just as bereft of Mighty Ducks ownage as before. AND I failed all of my exams. Oh, yeah. I don't own Pamela Anderson, either. But, I'm sure she doesn't really own a lot of herself anyways. Gasp! I don't own Chanel, Seven For All Mankind, nor Michael Kors. Though, I do wish I owned a pair of Michael Kors shoes… And, last but not least, I don't own "Reno 911!". I DO own Becky, though.
"Uhm… Charlie? Are you okay?" I ask, kneeling down beside him and poking his arm. I look up at Becky and shrug. "Did you know he was crazy about…Becky?" I ask, not knowing whether to say 'me' or 'you'. It's all so confusing.
"No! We don't really talk about that kind of stuff. I mean, sometimes we talk about girls at school. But, really? We talk about hockey and sports most of the time. Not Pamela Anderson like most of you girls think." She answers back in a very bitter, refuting tone.
I scoff and roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "I'll have you know that Pam Anderson does a lot of good for the community. She really cares about animals and stuff!" I answer in poor Pam's defense. Shaking my head slightly, I look down at Charlie again who seems to be waking from his state of shock. "Hey, dude. Are you all right?"
Charlie sits up a little, resting on his elbows. "Maybe? Did I really see Becky Conners in this room?" He asks me, his voice quiet and low. I look at the object of Charlie's desire – me – obviously. Charlie follows my gaze and his mouth drops a little. "Oh, God. I did. She's here." He lies back down and closes his eyes. "I'm… not here."
Becky laughs a little and stands up. "Oh, come on. You're embarrassing me, Charlie!" She says, her cheeks flushing a little.
Charlie shoots up, his eyes wide. "You know my name? How the hell do you know my name? Adam, did you tell her…" He said, his voice fading at the last bit. "Wait just one flipping second. Why is she in here? Do you KNOW her? ARE YOU DATING HER? HOW?" Charlie asks, standing up and getting in my face.
"NO! We're not dating! Please. Why would I date her? Just because she's really hot and nice and famous… no way. Not dating. I just, uh, submitted your name in a contest. To meet her. And spend the day with her! And you won! So… here she is! Just for you!" I say, grabbing Becky's shoulders and presenting her to him.
Becky looks – no, she scowls - back at me over her shoulder. Probably for what I just dragged her into AND for calling her hot and nice. But, hey. I'm really talking about myself! Why wouldn't I call myself hot and nice? I mean, it's not like I was lying, anyways.
Charlie stares at Becky, not really knowing what to do with her. He glances at me for a bit, but then goes back to her.
Becky finally steps it up and hugs Charlie, less awkwardly than I would have guessed. "Congratulations, Charlie! I'm so… excited! Can't wait to spend the day with you. Tomorrow. Right now, I have to go back and prepare myself. Practice acting and stuff. Yeah. So. Bye!" Becky turns around, grabs her purse from the bed, and conspicuously knocks into me for revenge on her way to the door. Geez. What a drama queen.
I STORM out of my dorm building and back to where my limo is. What the heck? What just happened? Did Adam really make up this ridiculous story and now do I really have to spend a day with Charlie, whom I already spend literally the whole school year with? And I just KNOW he's going to be all ga-ga over me. Because I'm not Adam, but Becky Conners. This just sucks. Quite majorly.
When I get back to my nice, luxurious hotel room, I decide that sulking the whole car ride home really does help. I wish I was a celebrity all the time so it would be excusable. But, then, not really. I know I wished to be noticed by someone, but all this? Being swarmed by paparazzi in MINNESOTA and hearing gasps as I walk around at Eden Hall? It's not what I expected.
I trudge around my room getting ready for bed and putting on my nice silk pajamas and lying down in my huge bed with nice Egyptian cotton sheets – I only know that term because my mom asks for some every Christmas and birthday – and watching a little hockey on my hi-def tee-vee.
It's not until I get up the next morning that I remember what I have to do today. Seriously, what are we going to even do? Eat? And then what? I whine a little as I get out of bed and head to the closet with all my clothes. But, before I can get there, my phone rings.
"Crikey, it better not be another publicist." I mutter before picking up the phone and answering sweetly.
"You haven't gotten dressed yet, have you?" asks a very eager Adam on the other line.
"No…"
"GOOD! Because, today, I am picking your outfit out for you. Now, let's see. Did you bring the nice black Chanel coat with the satin trim and the little bow?" I search the closet and find a black coat. After looking at the label and this 'satin trim' he speaks of, I take it out and lay it on the bed.
"Okay, what else?" I ask, kind of excited. I'm going to look like a celebrity today! Wearing real celebrity clothes picked out by a real life celebrity.
"Uhm, just wear a white t-shirt under that. And what about the Seven jeans? Tell me you brought the Seven jeans!" I sigh and look at the jeans I shoved into my suitcase.
"I think they're all Seven jeans." I reply, taking a pair out and lying them next to the jacket.
"Good. So, Chanel coat, Seven jeans… oh! What about the black Michael Kors pumps? You brought those, right? Those would go perfectly with that outfit. So cute!"
I rummage through the oh so copious amount of shoes I brought and find these Michael Kors high heels. "Is that all?" I ask, sitting down beside my outfit and looking over it again.
"Yeah, I guess. Just wear a cute black hat and scarf and you'll be fine." Adam says before sighing a little. "Well, I guess I'll see you soon. When you come to pick up Charlie. Bye."
I hang up the phone and give my silk pajamas a last good feel before getting dressed and driven to Eden Hall.
I almost feel like laughing as I watch Charlie pace around our dorm room in MY polo shirt and khakis and nice Banana Republic jacket. You know, I really do like Adam Banks more and more each day. Banana Republic is not bad.
"Charlie. Don't be so nervous. Becky's just a normal teenager. From what I gathered when we met briefly yesterday." I assure him, sitting at my computer desk. "Trust me. She's more normal than you think." I add quietly, wondering if he'll notice any of Adam's personality quirks today.
Then, there's a knock on our door and Charlie practically faints again. I shake my head and let Becky in, winking at her as she waltzes in looking extra cute if I do say so myself.
Charlie weakly sticks out his elbow, regaining his strength after a few moments. "Shall we go, then?" He asks, gulping a little. Becky nods, looking at me almost angrily, and places her hand on Charlie's outstretched arm.
I smile at the cute couple as they walk out. "You two kids have fun now!" I yell down the hall and laugh to myself. I'm surprised I didn't get another scowl from Becky.
Author's Note: Now, just because I love my reviewers… I'm going to write basically two chapters in one! Normally, I would have separated what you just read and what you are about to read, but since it's the Holidays and I haven't updated too much, I'll let you read extra! Yay!
Charlie decides he wants to take me to Mickey's, a diner that his mom works at. Which is a really cute notion. But, I've been there before. Many, many times. I just have to remember that Becky hasn't. And I'll pretend to look at the menu even, like I don't know what they have there.
After a little small talk and making up facts about Becky's past, I order a grilled cheese sandwich and some chocolate milk.
"Hey, that's funny. That's exactly what Adam orders. You know, Adam, my roommate?" Charlie says as he places our order and folds his hands on the table like he's about to make a serious proposition.
"Oh, yeah. That charming boy I met yesterday. Such a nice guy." I answer, trying not to make it sound too egotistical.
"Yeah, he's great." Charlie answers somewhat nonchalant. Have we known each other too long to where he thinks I'm just a plain old guy? And not the greatest friend he's ever had?
"Really? Even from the short moment I talked with him, he gave me a good vibe. The way he's loyal to the people he knows, he cares about his friends and family and stuff, and even the way he's so materialistic… it's cute." I say, kind of in a stupor where you don't know what you're saying.
"Uhm, okay. You got all that from, like, 5 minutes? And Adam isn't materialistic…" Charlie says, sounding obviously very annoyed.
"Oh. Sorry. I must be thinking of someone else." I say quickly. Oh my god. I wasn't describing myself. I was describing Becky. Whaaaaaa? No. That can't be. Why would I think of her even? She's so annoying.
I shake my head of these thoughts just as our food is being served to us. I eat and engage in a little more small talk with Charlie. Afterwards, we walk around the small town and look in little boutiques. We even go ice skating and make a small snowman. At the end of the day, I must say it was very fun. I haven't spent the day with Charlie in about 6 or 7 years.
When we get back to the dorm, Charlie thankfully doesn't try to kiss me but invites me inside. I go in with intent to be around my actual stuff – my bed, my computer, my clothes… everything. When I step in, I see Adam at the computer, looking up designer clothes. Of course.
"Oh, hey! How'd it go?" He asks with a huge smile on his face.
Charlie smiles back, touching my back lightly. "I had fun. What about you, Becky?"
I nod my head slowly, joining in on the smile party. "Yeah. It was great." I answer generically. Then, a great idea hits me. I'm not sure if I should put this out there, but… deep down, I kind of want to. "Oh, you know what? I just remembered! The contest also consisted of the winner picking a friend and having them spend the day with me, too." I say, pretending to sigh and be annoyed with myself for forgetting such an important attribute of the contest.
"Oh, really?" Charlie asks, a little suspicious. But, hey, whatever comes out of my mouth is law. So he follows. "Well, then, I'll just pick Adam."
Adam looks at me, furrowing his brow. "What? That was part of the contest?" He asks. "Oh… yeah. I totally forgot about that. Uhm, sure. Thanks, Charlie." He nods like boys do and sits back down.
Charlie pulls out his computer chair for me and excuses himself for a few minutes. Right as he leaves, Adam swirls around to look at me.
"What was that? Why'd you just randomly add another part of the contest? You knew Charlie would pick me! Duh! I'm his best friend. Surely, YOU would know that." He says, laughing at my stupidity.
"I dunno. I thought it'd be a good idea. Because we're stuck in each others bodies and we haven't really gotten a chance to know each other. Right?" I say, praying that he'll agree with me. I'm not really sure what my agenda was with that little bit, but we'll see, eh?
"Yeah, that's true. All I know about you is that you're rich, you play hockey, and you had the good-looking gene in your family passed down to you." He answers, making my cheeks flush again. "Maybe spending a day with you wouldn't be too bad." He shrugs and goes back to browsing. "Hey, do you mind if I buy you a new cell phone? I just feel like I'm stuck in the 80's when I use your huge flip phone."
"Sure…" I answer, wondering what's really wrong with my phone, anyway? It's just a phone… But, then, I figure she's thinking about ME. And not herself. Maybe there's a shred of good in her, yet.
That evening, I lay in bed watching tee-vee – the screen looks so fuzzy and blocky… I'm so not used to anything other than hi-def. I laugh at something Deputy Williams says on "Reno 911!" right before Charlie speaks up.
"Hey… since when do you watch anything other than hockey?" He asks, peeking his head around the tee-vee.
I hit the mute button and shrug, looking at him. "I dunno. There aren't any good games on tonight." I answer, glancing at the show.
Charlie chuckles and goes back to his computer. "Whatever."
"I'm going to bed." I mutter before turning off the tee-vee and pulling the covers over my head. For some reason, I'm nervous about tomorrow. What is Adam REALLY like? What if he's a person that I just absolutely cannot stand? Or, worse, what if I like him? Like, seriously like him? Oy. That would not be good. I close my eyes tightly and force myself to think sleepy thoughts.
I lie in bed, unbeknownst that Adam is doing the exact same thing, thinking about tomorrow. In a way, I regret making up the other part to the contest. What if I spend a whole day with a famous celebrity in my body and she turns out to be a complete and utter diva? But, what if it goes the other way? What if she's really nice and good-natured and warm-hearted? Then, I might actually like her. And that won't be good. Right?
I turn off my bedside lamp after eating the chocolate mint that was left on my pillow and gradually drift off to sleep. I will worry about tomorrow when it comes.
Thanks to all my reviewers. I absolutely LOVE you for reviewing in the first place. But, you responded so quickly! And I'm truly sorry it's taken me this long. But, I'm on winter break now. So, after Sunday, I'll definitely have a lot of time. And, also, I've decided to let you in on the decision making. Is there anything you want to happen in the story? Any particular quotes you want me to incorporate in here? Storylines and plots? Anything! Just email me at polkadots16 at comcast dot net and I'll make your ideas happen! Thanks SO much!